[Features: Inanimate TF, futanari, oral rape, sabrina and the fairy]
Marty was having a pretty bad day, all things considered. Where to even start? Ah, yeah. With that pig shit stain of a boss he had. He had been fired, straight up fired, for "indecency". Yeah, the only thing indecent was that he had become a Futa recently. Fucking sexist asshole.
He was 95% sure he had a case against but seriously, why even bother? Too much of a hassle. Besides, not like he needed the job. He was making his way just fine as an artist, after pouring in countless hours to get good at it and never settling. He hadn't stopped until he could draw something just as high quality as the people making the big bucks and then just worked on being able to do it faster. It wasn't even, it was time consuming, he had to deal with pricks trying to pay him in "exposure" or not pay him at least half at the beginning, but he'd done it. He made more than a living through drawing.
If his drawings tended to be nude and his commissions tended to have fur, eh. Who cares?
His family. His family had always cared, a lot. They had a real stick up their ass about it. He had decided to get a part time job just so they'd stop complaining. Not like he hated his idiot family and if it made them feel a little better, eh, he could deliver pizzas for 2 days of the week.
That was the next part of the reason his day had utterly gone to shit. His parents hadn't cared when he dyed his hair or gotten a tongue piercing for a little while (god that was a bad idea, was a bitch to deal with when he was eating.) but oh no, suddenly he takes the new Futa Body Formula and he was public enemy number 1. He could take all the bullshit, his family wasn't exactly the most flexible in their minds so he had kinda prepared for it. The only thing he had expected to bother him was exactly what his mother did. "You use to be ____ and now you're this, weird, thing!" And etc etc. Boy, Girl, it wasn't important. He went by he, had breasts, a feminine figure, a small vagina and a dick. Not exactly hard to get used to. Honestly, what did it matter what he was before? That was like someone going on and on about how someone use to look good before they lost 50 pounds or dyed their hair pink. Just annoying really.
But nooooo, his dad had practically gone off the deep end in an explosion and demanded he undo it. There had been a lot Marty had let slide over the years, he was actually extremely patient, despite his family thinking otherwise. The thing was, he got heated and loud and vulgar when annoyed. His family had never actually seen him angry before. He had let it go on, tried to talk to his father for a little while, but his father just got angrier and angrier before declaring:
"You will turn back right this minute or you won't have a place in this family anymore!"
That had been a straw that had broken the camel's back. Mentally, he knew that his dad was just angry beyond all belief and was unable to accept reality and didn't really mean it. Give him 2 or 3 days, he'd calm down and not be happy, but at least accept it and move on. The problem was, his dad didn't have a monopoly on anger and he didn't consider himself better or above anyone.
And Marty's anger was cold like ice.
"If you ever try to tell me something like that again, you will no longer be my father."
And had ended the call, blocked the number and removed his father, specifically, from every way to contact him. He had had enough anger left over to do the same to the rest of his family except his sister. The only way they could contact him would be through her and, well, Marty's anger was Cold. He had already decided, mentally, to not so much as respond to her for at least a month.
Some people yelled or threatened or stewed or even got even when someone made them truly angry. And Marty would do all that, when he was annoyed. Angry? He made you suffer.
Still, it's not like it brought him any joy! He was still pissed and angry as fuck and that wasn't a great mindset for making art, at least the type of art he liked to make! Fuck.
His mood had actually only gotten a little worse, as someone had the gall to try to rob him in nearly broad daylight! Like Jesus Christ, what was this shitty ass day? Okay fine, it was kinda dark a little bit but it was like 6 pm at most! And sure, he was walking down an alley on his way home but it wasn't some shitty dark alleyway, it was just a normal regular alley people use. God, normal families lived around here. What the fuck was a robber doing anywhere near here or at this time?
"Give me your money."
"Dude, what the fuck. It's barely even dark out, you prick."
The robber asshole pulled out a rather long knife.
"Money. Now."
"Jesus Christ you limp dick, why don't you find something more useful to do with your life, other than cause me stress?"
The robber stared at him for a second before snorting.
"You wish."
"Yeah, damn right I wish you were more useful than a waste of a cum dumpster you beggar ass fuck."
Marty saw the robber clench his hand over the knife a bit hard and decided wisdom was the better part of anger, or however the fuck that saying went.
"Fine fine, keep your panties in a knot. Here ya go."
Marty took out his wallet, about €300 notes he had just in case of a rainy day or hell, he just needed it for something, and tossed the wad over to him.
"The wallet too."
"Bitch, you ain't the only one with knives. I'm keeping my cards and other important shit, unless you just want my empty wallet. Unless you somehow got a gun in this country, (UK), then you can take my money and go fuck off."
For a heart-rending scary beat, the asshole actually seemed to be considering murdering Marty right now. His mouth may have run just a bit too far, but, well, he did have a knife. What sorta idiot doesn't carry protection on them? What, your plan is to just die if someone with a knife comes at you? To be fair, if McFuckFace does try something, Marty was going to run the fuck away at light speed. No one wins in a knife fight. You just bleed out slower than the other guy.
Luckily, he just took the money and darted away.
"Fuck. I think my heart nearly fucking exploded."
That had been scary. Running away, fighting, etc etc, it was all only the best decisions he had. Actually having to deal with someone trying to hurt him was just not a great way to cap off his day.
